You must have guessed, but I was looking through your things.

I found that picture of you from 1977, standing in front of an old windmill with your friend.

You went there, and it was a bad idea. Your friend and the windmill both disappeared into thin air.

Her sister was holding the camera. She took another picture minutes later; just you, no windmill, and no friend.

You married her sister, and years later, your friend was reborn as your daughter.

Your wife won’t admit this is true, but I know it, because I found the evidence.

Your friend never returned with you, and the windmill was gone. I went to see it myself. Where is it? What did you do?

- Rainer, Newmaker